Undoubtedly he would
return the next day--perhaps that night, even. He was beginning
to feel the need of a quiet hour in which to study the tangle,
but he had a suspicion that Baumberger had some reason other than
a desire for peace in wanting the jumpers left to themselves, and
he started toward the orchard, as he had at first intended.
"Mebbyso ketchum one dolla, yo'," hinted Charlie, the buck.
But Good Indian went on without paying any attention to him. At
the road he met Jack and Wally, just returning from the orchard.
"No use going down there," Jack informed him sulkily. "They're
just laying in the shade with their guns handy, doing nothing.
They won't let anybody cross their line, and they won't say
anything--not even when you cuss 'em. Wally and I got black in
the face trying to make them come alive. Baumberger got back
yet? Wally and I have got a scheme--"
"He and your dad took the train for Shoshone. Say, does anyone
know what that bunch over in the meadow is up to?" Good Indian
leaned his back against a tree, and eyed the two morosely.
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